Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.